A stirring tribute fills the
air.
The sky is blueness
everywhere.
The marchers snap a crisp
salute
And all the bandsmen
resolute.
The cheering crowds, the
fire truck’s din
Precedes the cruising mayor’s
grin.
Floats reach the park, with flags a-wave,
The speakers mount the
podium, grave.
The shining marksmen flash
the sky
Saluting heroes, trumpets
cry.
A pretty student won the
test
To state the Gettysburg
Address.
A Speech is given, TAPS is
played
This special Day brings flowers
laid
On graves of soldiers,
sailors, gone
Our troops are left to carry
on.
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